The flames were like dragons, the flames were raging, and when they were shrouded, Nalan Yanran was not afraid.

"Three-foot sword circumference."

The long sword in her hand danced, and the sword light was one after another, forming a solid ball around her body, firmly protecting herself.

"Boom!"

The fire dragon slammed into the sword light, and the sword light trembled slightly, as if it was about to be knocked away.

But her face remained unchanged, and she didn't even speed up her sword-wielding hand. Because she knew that this fire dragon couldn't break her three-foot sword encirclement.

Sure enough, the next moment, the fire dragon was powerless, and it exploded violently and dissipated.

And after the firelight in the sky, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared, with rolling wind pressure, and smashed down on the head.

"Bang!"

The piercing sound of metal crashing sounded, and Xiao Yan was like a demonic beast, wielding a huge Xuanwei ruler and smashing down the sword in front of him.

As soon as Nalan Yanran's sword momentum was retracted, the sword encirclement in the sky suddenly dissipated. Another sword fluttered out, the sword body had a light green fighting spirit, and the tip of the sword accurately fell on the side of the center of gravity of the Xuanzhong ruler.

Xiao Yan only felt that his hand was crooked, and the Xuanzhong ruler smashed to the side uncontrollably, and landed in the air, and most of his efforts were wasted.

His complexion changed, he simply left a lot of spare strength, and with a heavy step, the ground regained control of the Xuanzhong ruler, and quickly retreated. Then looked at Nalan Yanran and couldn't help but admire:

"Good swordsmanship!"

His Xuanzhong ruler is a heavy weapon, but Nalan Yanran's sword is light and fluttering, and the two hit each other, and he should have the advantage.

But Nalan Yanran just flipped a little and broke his moves. This is not by cultivation, but by swordsmanship.

It's technical work!

It's just that of course he won't look at it, just praise it, and attack again.

I underestimated Nalan Yanran before, but I only thought that she was just cultivating to a high level, so she was careless. This time, he also got serious and used the ruler method taught to him by Yao Lao.

The ruler, the heavy ruler, belongs to the partial door weapon in the partial door, so in fact, the so-called "ruler method" taught by Yao Lao to him is actually similar to the "heavy sword sword method".

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work.

This is the highest skill of the heavy sword swordsmanship, and the current Xiao Yan is naturally far from reaching this realm.

But with preparation, he marched step by step, with a heavy ruler in his hand as a heavy sword, and a heavy shield when he retreated. All of a sudden, Nalan Yanran's weapon inferiority was undoubtedly revealed.

"Ding!"

When Nalan Yanran was ready to doze his attack again, like the first time.

Xiao Yan's eyes were shining, and he secretly said that it was good to come! The Xuanzhong ruler in his hand turned sharply, directly suppressing Nalan Yanran's sword.

She frowned slightly, and was about to put away her sword. But he was unforgiving, and chased after him quickly, constantly pressing down the heavy ruler in his hand.

The huge power came, and Nalan Yan couldn't retreat, and the slender long sword in her hand bent suddenly, and was pressed into a thrilling arc, as if it would collapse at any time!

But this is, of course, an illusion, her status is noble, and the sword in her hand is also a first-class sword. Even if it is pressed for thousands of years, when the giant ruler leaves, the sword body will also be violently straightened.

But the giant ruler would not leave, looking at the unforgiving Xiao Yan, her sword became more and more curved, and it was already close to her arm.

Nalan Yanran finally became a little annoyed, the long sword in her hand suddenly became green, and with the support of strong fighting spirit, the sword body didn't care about the crushing of the giant ruler, and the strong and unreasonable bullet straightened, pushing the giant ruler away!

"Buzz ......"

The snow-white sword body vibrated in the air, emitting a crisp sword sound.

Xiao Yan's forward momentum stagnated, Nalan Yanran retreated with this force, and he also protected the Xuanzhong ruler in front of him and retreated.

Although he was forced to retreat, a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that in this first round of temptation, he had won a move.

The battle between low-level fighters was far from fighting against each other like high-level fighters, and with the scarce fighting energy in their bodies, they couldn't support such consumption at all.

Therefore, in the battle of low-level fighters, they usually first use fists, feet, and swords to gain the upper hand, force out the opponent's flaws, and then use one or two fighting skills - life and death!

In the fist and foot sword fight, he won a small move because of the superiority of weapons.

It's a pity that Nalan Yanran's cultivation is much higher than Xiao Yan's now.

And the fighter is the fighter after all.

Now that the temptation has passed, when it comes to the competition and cultivation skills, the somewhat annoyed Nalan Yanran will not show mercy.

The wind attribute is the best at speed, and with a slight touch of her toes, her figure turned into a white shadow, and she suddenly circled to Xiao Yan's right side, and when she raised her hand, a Xuan-level mid-grade fighting skill fell.

"Wind Spirit Transformation Sword."

Wind attribute Xuan-level mid-grade fighting technique, it is said that this skill is performed by the Douhuang powerhouse, and it can be differentiated into hundreds of sword lights, but with her cultivation, she naturally does not have such power.

When the sword light fell, it only turned into a few three. But this is also a great threat to Xiao Yan.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Xiao Yan looked at the menacing ethereal sword light, knowing that with his current five-star fighter's cultivation, it would be difficult to resist at all.

With a low snort, the soles of his feet rotated on the ground for half a circle, and with another slam step, the bluestone floor tiles shattered, and his body jumped forward in an extremely strange way, avoiding the attack range of the three sword lights.

But before he could land, he was in the air, and his face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed:

"Not good!"

I saw Nalan Yanran standing in place, and with a slight slash of the long sword towards him, another "Wind Spirit Transformation Sword" attacked him.

At least the fighting skills of the Xuan Rank, with Nalan Yanran's cultivation, it is impossible not to have the slightest momentum. But in front of her, she is clearly instantaneous!

How could a fighter instantly use a Xuan-level fighting technique!

There is only one possibility, that is, Nalan Yanran did not use all her strength just now.

With her cultivation, the "Wind Spirit Transformation Sword" had already been able to differentiate into four sword lights, but she had only slashed out three sword lights before—this was to force Xiao Yan to dodge.

And this last sword light is her real killer move!

At this time, Xiao Yan was in the air, and there was no purple cloud wing, so he couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only connect hard.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

With a shout, his face became crazy, holding a Xuanzhong ruler, and the red fighting qi around his body vibrated violently, like a burning flame, slamming down on the attacking sword light.

The fiery red fighting qi and the light blue sword light collided, and they exploded violently, and the shock wave scattered in all directions.

Unfortunately, power is power, and it doesn't increase or decrease because of anyone's shouting and madness.

In the sound of the rolling explosion, Xiao Yan was blown upside down and flew out, like a broken sack, smashing on the pillar of a small pavilion on the side.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and tumbled down in the flower bed, crushing the colorful flowers and plants into a puddle of juice, staining his silk robe, looking extremely embarrassed.

And Nalan Yanran just stood quietly in place, holding the sword in one hand, carrying the sword behind him, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the clear blue sky.

There was a breeze blowing, she was wearing a moon-white dress fluttering, and three thousand green silks fluttered in the wind. The cold eyes looked through the dust and fallen leaves that were blown up, and looked at the heavy ruler that fell on the spot because it was too heavy, and smashed the floor tiles into cracks, and raised willow eyebrows.